Where's the love? (on topic too, but long and really rambling...))

[losinit at usa.net (Cathy Boyko)]

OKay, you've heard me whining about how that beautiful little silver blue car
of mine has been acting like a big jealous baby, and was leaking gas and not
making sparks, and all that temper tantrum stuff. SO I know what's up with the
gas leak, it's fixed for now, and I just this evening I discovered what the no
start problem is about, something to do with the shift light wiring, so that
at least I can trouble shoot and it'll run just fine with no shift light, I
won't miss it at all, but I have to confess the orange flash at redline at
night is kinda cool. Plus all I have to do is hook the light back up and I
have a nifty ignition disable.

SO I had it to work today since the car thieves are all back in thier home
communities, (exams are over) and it ran sort of pukey, like it does
sometimes, not sure what that's about, just not it's usual screaming self, but
it behaved okay otherwise. SO I take it out for another romp in the evening
(on the pretext of picking something up) and the car is on fire, it's smoking
the tires and revving so fast I can hardly change gears fast enough. So I'm
telling her she's the best car in the world, I'll never get rid of her, the
other car will never take her place, (yeah right, it's a car, it doesn't
listen to me anyway), no cops or anything, just me and the road ahead. One of
those "so this is why I'm nuts about this car" moments. You know? (yeah, you
do) I'm grinning from ear to ear...

SO being a good daughter, I stop in to see my mom and dad and when I pull out
of their driveway, I see a red light flashing on the dash, it's the coolant
light. Oil temp is normal, so I'm not going far and drive it home. You guessed
it, coolant pissing out. Gotta love this car.
 
The correct diagnisis is: 
a) The car knows Drew is coming over and it really wants to live on the farm
with Carrots
b) The car knows I'm headed out tomorrow to finally bring home the older
brother
c) The rad hoses are rubber and I should have replaced them with EVERY FRIGGIN
OTHER RUBBER PART on the car. Let's list them, no too many, seals, hoses,
tires, you name it, I have a bill with the correct part number on it
d) I was too happy about no drips on the garage floor and the car showed me
what for
e) I had been a bit over the 2 year change interval for the coolant, and
needed a not-so-subtle hint
f) The car really didn't feel like going to the track without me on Sunday

So there you have it folks, another tale of woe, it's nearing NEPITA status
once again. But was it ever fun to drive before the hissy fit.

Stupid car, isn't it out to get me? Seriously, what's up with it? It's just so
evil.
cathy